I’d never really liked party’s, call me old before my time but they were always too loud, too many people and there was always a girl crying in the corner over a drama that would be forgotten the next day. You’d find me standing around the fire pit talking to an old rocker spinning stories of his youth and I’d be listening to it all with interest, that was my idea of a good night, getting to know different people that had led an interesting life. That’s where I’m standing at a friends Halloween party, dressed as a bit of a slutty pirate, a short floaty skirt, corset and fishnet tights next to a man in his 50s dressed as Buzz Lightyear complete with what I can only describe as a purple swimming cap. “And that my friend is how I got the bite mark on my arse.” He grinned at me, his arms out like ta-da which had me laughing more than his story.
“You’re right Billy, you did deserve it.” I laughed with a shake of my head as I took a gulp of rum and coke, my eyes roaming around the other people in the garden until they landed on *him*. 6″3, broad shoulders and a shaved head, he stood with a small group of guys under a canopy having a smoke, his laugh was a loud barrel and it travelled across to us, it never failed to make me smile. My breath caught in my throat when his gaze met mine, he exhaled a cloud of smoke but he did it so slowly it was like a wave over his face, his eyes narrowed at me and a smirk on his lips made my stomach dip with butterflies and an ache start lower.
“And I thought you were standing next to me because you liked me.” Billy grinned as he bumped shoulders with me. My cheeks heated but I couldn’t pull my eyes from *him*, call it infatuation, sexual attraction or even love. It didn’t matter, I wanted him in every possible way, I’d thought about a mundane life with him, I thought of travelling with him and more than once my hands had wandered into my thong and imagined all the ways he’d fuck me. “Of course that’s why I’m here.”
I chugged the remnants of my drink and made my way to the drinks table in the corner, I was mixing the rum with some coke when I felt the warmth of a body behind me, I could smell his aftershave as his body grazed mine, his fingers skimming my bum as he stood beside me and poured his own drink. I was biting the inside of my cheek trying to calm my breathing but the butterflies were in full force in my stomach.
“Upstairs.” His voice was husky as he brushed passed me. I waited minutes that felt like hours before I walked the same path as he had, entering the house through the back door, I made my way to the stairs, my eyes frantic to make sure no one saw me. It took every ounce of restraint not to run up the curved flight of stairs like I was being chased. I took a deep breath on the landing and knocked lightly on the bathroom door, it was the only door in the hallway that was closed.
I was too busy looking around me to notice the door open but a shocked squeal escaped me when a large hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me inside, the door making a thud as it closed. Everything sped up and became frantic when his lips met mine, even in heels I still had to tilt my head up to kiss him. My hands locked behind his head, his ran up and down my back as our tongues danced together. In one swift motion my leg was pulled up to rest on his hip, a hand on my bum and one on my neck as my back hit the door. He ground his hard on against my covered pussy coaxing quiet moans from me.
His grinding got harder and quicker, his lips moved down to the side of my throat where he kissed, licked and bit me. I was just as frantic, I rubbed my pussy against him, I was getting wetter by the second. His hand left my throat and moved into my thong, his fingers strummed my clit. “Fuck,” He whispered into my neck. “You dirty bitch, you’re so fucking wet.”
“Only for you.” I whispered back, my fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans trying to free his cock. I’d thought about this all night, of wrapping my hands around it, of taking it deep into my throat and of him pushing inside of me, stretching me and making us both cum. His cock sprung free and I gripped it desperately, one hand worked his cock as my other bunched in his jacket to keep me steady, the closer he brought me to my orgasm the faster my hand moved on his cock.
My legs started to tremble, he moved his hand from my throat to my mouth as my orgasm rushed through me and a scream of pleasure that would have been loud enough to hear downstairs vibrated his palm. I had to grab both of his shoulders to stop myself from falling, his fingers pulling every morsel of pleasure from my pussy.
When I sagged against him, he wrapped my legs around his waist and lined his cock up at my entrance and buried himself inside of me. I gasped and moaned as he filled me, my pussy clenched around him, coating him with my cum. “Fuuck.” His low growl made my stomach dip, I loved knowing that I did that to him.
I relished those seconds that he was still inside of me, he slowly lifted me up before easing me back down the length of his cock, getting accustomed to each other. He only fucked me slowly for a few strokes then it was fast and hard, he pressed me into the door so that he could pound into me. “Shhh.” He hushed, my moans had crept up louder so I buried my face into the crook of his neck.
He dropped me onto my feet and spun me around. “Hands on the wall.” He ordered with a gruff voice, I did as I was told and he shoved his cock back inside of me with a slam of his hips, he collared my throat with one hand and muffled my mouth with the other. If I thought it was rough before it was nothing compared to how he fucked me now. His hand choking me as his hips pounded against my butt, growling with every thrust. He moved so fast that another orgasm built inside of me within seconds, I couldn’t take it, it was so much more intense this time that my eyes rolled back and my legs started to tremble again. “You fucking slut, you’re a fucking whore.” He was tipping me over the edge with his dirty words whispered against my neck, he’d arched my back into a backwards C so that he could still take my pussy roughly.
“Fucking cum you slut.” His had released my mouth to slap my cheek. I came so hard that my knees buckled, he caught me just as he spilled his cum deep inside of me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chanted through his clenched jaw lowering us both to the ground and holding me against his chest, both panting as we came down from ecstasy.
“That can come off the list.” He chuckled against my neck. “Oh yeah.” I smirked giving a final thrust backwards.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cuhypg/the_list_part_one_mf_piv_roleplay
Wow, thats just, wow